Runaway Bride: Tipping The Billionaire CEO

Chapter 9

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as the setting sun dyed the lower Manhattan skyline

eavy suitcases up to the third floor of a charming red

ent. The landlady is a retired teacher, so it's supe

her tightly, h

ut you, Leo and I wouldn

his hands behind his back, Leo walk

. It barely qualifies as th

and flopped

inner at The Carlyle tonight to celebrate

l hes

Upper East Side elites. If I run into anyo

o the sofa and wrapped his

best black truffle steak in America. You can

d and patted

or mixer for top Wall Street funds. Second-rate famil

s eager face, Janel

o eat. We don't o

d-green velvet strapless gown beneath a white cashmere coat. Holding Leo's hand as

heir reserved semi-open b

The Carlyle overlooking the atrium, Harley placed an

. we fo

s with an unlit cigar between hi

Four years ago, after she broke off her engagement with Judd at Rockefell

r touched F

ott family? So she was the one wh

hard, his voice

n an overnight flight this afternoon. And... she

The cigar in Fulton's fin

year

blue eyes

ffered the rest

, she conceived the child in London through a licensed sperm bank.

n his chest-she had used him, tossed two hundred and fifty dollars on his n

second-floor dining area. His gaze locked onto the woman i

s thin lips curving in a cruel smile,

me back to my

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“Janell Scott stood at the altar of Rockefeller Center, ready to marry Judd Alvarado to save her family's struggling business. Before they could exchange rings, the giant LED screen broadcasted a video of Judd sleeping with a notorious socialite, his voice mocking Janell as a mere tool. Instead of defending her, her cold-blooded father demanded she swallow the humiliation and finish the wedding just to secure a corporate loan. Disgusted, Janell smashed her bouquet into Judd's face, canceled the engagement, and fled. In retaliation, her father publicly disowned her and stripped her of her mother's trust fund. Later that night, secretly drugged by her vicious stepsister at a nightclub, a desperate Janell stumbled into a penthouse and slept with a stranger to survive the heat. The next morning, mistaking the terrifyingly handsome man for a club escort, she left a $250 tip and a note mocking his "average skills" before fleeing to London. For four years, she raised her genius son alone, burying the trauma of being sold out by her own flesh and blood. She finally returned to New York, vowing to crush the toxic family that threw her to the wolves and take back everything they stole. But on her first night back, a towering figure surrounded by bodyguards blocked her path at a Wall Street mixer. The ruthless billionaire titan, Fulton Frederick, stared down at her with lethal, ice-cold eyes. "Miss Janell Scott, wasn't the tip you left four years ago a little too cheap?"”